Often I sit here on a Friday and reflect, what am I grateful for this week?
Sometimes I struggle.
And then I need to remind myself not to be so bloody ridiculous.
How in hell could there be nothing I'm grateful for.
It does not matter if my bank balance is dismal.
It does not matter if I'm tired.
It does not matter if I've had moments of feeling overwhelmed from little people, or from thinking I have nothing to wear.
What does matter is:
# My daughter looks out for me each week to make sure I've come to assembly. That heartfelt smile that she is valued when she seems me, I'm grateful.
# The little voice that says 'tank you mumma' so often through out the week when I provide my littlest man with a snack, his blanket, his dummy, I'm grateful.
# The cries of 'I love you' as I pull out the drive way each night for work, and the ritual of a hug, a kiss, a high five, a pinky shake from the boys, I'm grateful.
# The meal my husband will cook for the kids when I'm at work, even though he too has been at work all day, I'm grateful
It doesn't have to be over the top, it's not about the holiday, the new car, the fancy restaurant. I mean you can certainly be grateful for all those things too, but when life is playing ground hog day, there is still plenty to be grateful for.